Jodhaa stretched luxuriously across her bed. She looked at the clock, it was late in the afternoon. The men had let her sleep late after last night's opening romp. How many times had she taken each man, two, three or four? Whatever the number, all she remembered was the pleasure and thrill of being so wanton. She even giggled thinking about the fact that every time she would go through the lobby of the resort, she would remember the wild gangbang. All the people who visited would never know the decadent orgy she had enjoyed there.
She climbed out of bed and took a long bath before getting some lunch. Then she quickly returned to her room to get ready for the night. She bathed and covered her body with a light perfume. Then she dressed in her red and gold sari before leaving for the dining room. There the men were waiting for her. Mark held her chair out as she sat at the end of the table. She was in heaven, surrounded by her lovers waiting for one of them to take her to bed and try to breed her.
At the end of dinner, Gwanendra stood, boasted it was his turn to enjoy again Jodhaa and roared like a lion. He then took Jodhaa and lifted her like a rag doll in the air and deposited her over his shoulder. Jodhaa squealed like a little girl and the big mountaineer carried her to her bedroom. He gave her a playful slap on the rump which made her squeal again. The other men cheered him on and proclaimed "Give her a good shagging" as he carried her off.
He carried her into the room and dropped her onto the bed. She could see the lust in his dark eyes. Gwanendra practically tore her clothes from her body. His tall muscled frame was towering over her. He pounced on her like a beast. His large rough dark hands were already mauling her pale body. She could feel his beard scratch and tickle her skin as he nibbled at her ear, neck and finally her proud tits.
He pressed her down into the bed and he climbed up onto her and positioned himself between her wide spread legs. She cried out in pleasure as he drove home deep into her wet cunt. There was no foreplay, no preliminaries. It was rough raw animalistic sex. Two sexual creatures were clawing and tearing at each other in the heat of passion.
He proved his mountaineer's endurance. He took her again and again. First on the bed on her back, then on her hands and knees, even flat against the wall. He filled her again and again with his potent Indian seed till it was running down her legs. Finally in the early morning hours, both collapsed on the bed, too tired to go on. The room reeked of sweat and sex.
The second night was Kumar's, and he let everyone know it. All through the dinner, he would touch and fondle Jodhaa, as if he owned her. Finally he announced to the room he was going to breed her this night as he led her away. The rest of the men just shook their head. No man could own a woman like Jodhaa. You would have better luck trying to own the wind.
Once in the room, Kumar was all over Jodhaa. He pawed and clawed at her clothes to get her naked and into the bed. Like with Gwanendra before, the sex was animalistic. But unlike the night before, this was not two animals in heat. Instead it was one animal trying to prove its dominance over the other.
He forced her onto her hands and knees and mounted her like a bull, ramming his long cock deep into her womb. He was determined to be the one who made her pregnant this very night. He roared and fucked her as is she was his toy. He was a beast to her. All night, he made her beg for his cum and worship his cock. If it hadn't been for his huge member, he would have had nothing to offer to her or any other woman. Finally, he gave out, collapsing on top of Jodhaa, his cum running freely from her stretched out cunt.
The next morning, much to Kumar dismay and displeasure, he had to give Jodhaa up for the next man. The third night was reserved for Mark, her American husband. After dinner, Mark scoped up Jodhaa in his arms and carried her off as he had done on their honeymoon. The other cheered them on except Kumar, who grumbled mischievously.
Mark carried her to her bed and set her down as he climbed onto it himself. This would be a very different night than the two before. They had been nights of animalistic pleasure. But tonight would be a moment of passion and love. Mark knew her body quite well. He knew the right places to touch, kiss, and fondle to bring her the strongest pleasure. And he used the knowledge to his leisure!
She was taken to such heights of pleasure and love by her husband she could hardly stand. She rode astride him in his favorite position with her on top so he could watch his beautiful wife in the throes of orgasm. In the morning, the two lovers woke up entwined in each other's arms. Their body warmed each other in the cool morning air.
As the week started off, the men looked for things to do while waiting for their turn with Jodhaa. The men soon found ways to keep busy. Mark, Gwanendra and Deenpal began a routine of hiking ( when not occupied with Jodhaa). They would take long hikes and the hills around the resort. Mark said it was necessary exercise so they could keep up with Jodhaa. But Jodhaa was pleased when she would see them returning laughing and joking.
As for the Prince, his day were filled with business. Even on Vacation, work never seemed to stop for him. But he was able to get some free time. He and Dinu had a long discussion about the Dalit workers and what they needed for the next year. Dinu had worked for his father and The Prince respected his advice and opinions. But Kumar was sullen. He was upset not to have Jodhaa to himself and tried, unsuccessfully, to get Jodhaa to spend more time with him than with the other guys. But She quickly put an end to such thoughts. So he stayed distant from the other men at the beginning of the week. But Jodhaa made them all gather for dinner, where they discussed everything from business to sports. But, soon, Jodhaa would take the next man in order for their night together as the rest wandered off impatiently to wait for their turn.
The fourth night was Deenpal. The Patrolman was nervous. Jodhaa had to take his hand and lead him from the dinner table to the bedroom as the other men shouted encouragement. Jodhaa took her time and slowly undressed the man. She ran her hands over his small tight muscled frame. She toyed with the dark hair on his chest. He groaned as she knelt and took his thick cock in her warm wet mouth. Soon she had the patrolman's bull horn of a cock hard and standing tall.
She pulled him on top of her and guided him into her warm wet cunt. It did not take long for Deenpal to take over. He was drilling her hard and long as he sucked at her large nipples. Soon, they were both lost in lust as he took her over and over. Like Gwanendra, he had a mountaineer's stamina and rode her deep into the night. Her cries of pleasure were echoing in her bedroom. By morning, she was well covered inside and out with the man's cum. And both of them were unable to move as the first light entered the bedroom.
The fifth night was Jodhaa's Dalit husband, Dinu night. After a nice dinner, he took Jodhaa's arm and led her away to her bedroom. Once inside, he took her in his strong arms and kissed her hard. His rough worn hands ran over her body as he undid her clothing leaving her totally naked before him. He stepped back to admire his white wife. She looked so exotic with her pale skin and newly dyed red hair.
He took her in his arms and pushed her back onto the bed. His rough hands were pulling and teasing her large breasts as he kissed her deeply. His mouth worked its way to her large nipples and he sucked and bit them making her cry out in pleasure. She couldn't wait any more : she quickly pulled his clothes from his rough sun-worn body. He spread her pale legs wide as he pushed his thick veined cock deep into her sopping wet pussy. His dark skin on top her pale body made a deep contrast as he mounted her.
